When it came to strategy there were few who could beat Lelouch vi Britannia. His mind was as a steel trap with mirrored surfaces, constantly analysing itself, monitoring itself, learning from itself. His was a mind capable of turning the environment into a deathtrap, allowing his opponent's decisions on the battlefield to be little more than tying a noose around their own necks.
Though usually, admittedly, his plans tended to involve "drop the scenery on them".
The point is that if you're talking pure tactics, he's hard to match. Capable of thinking a hundred moves ahead on a chessboard, he can easily visualise the way a game might play out by the third or fourth turn. Using this talent he can defeat an enemy that should be able to grind him into powder - with sufficient preparation time, of course.
That is not to say he has no weak points to speak of. For instance, his little sister being in danger is an excellent way to distract him - and also ensure your own messy demise at a later date. Information he does not have - or more precisely, does not know he needs to know can lead him to making mistakes that only seem obvious in retrospect.
So now, here he was, with Cornelia li Britannia on her hands and knees, tits pressed into the floor, begging for him to use his cock to breed her. Leaving his shaft lying in between the cleft of her butt, pinned beneath her impressive meaty cheeks made the offer sound tempting. Offer? Well, no, he'd described it as begging. Pleading. This haughty, cocky, conqueror of new Areas, the Goddess of Victory for Britannia's forces was his to do with as he pleased.
"You want me to use this on you?" Lelouch asked, slapping her cheeks. "You realise if I do, then you'd break completely. You'd be mine forever. You'd betray the Empire, and do whatever I ask."
"Nnngh, don't care!" Cornelia called out. She wiggled her hips, making a clumsy attempt to make him press his cockhead against her pussy. Or perhaps get it inside her ass. "Too horny! Need sex!"
Now, Lelouch was thinking long and hard about this situation. If he fucked her, got that over with, then she'd be his forever. However, this was... a little bit weird. Cornelia was his half sister, after all. It would be one thing putting her under his control, but actually screwing her silly to ensure that control was tripping a few things in his head.
Maybe... it would be better if he ordered Kallen to do it? Yes. Have Kallen fuck Cornelia. Turn her into her little sexpet. That seemed like a nice gift. She'd get it done nice and quickly while he and Shirley kept watch. That would get around all the issues he was having. No hesitation, no weirdness, just finish up and then get out of here before someone else showed up.
So you can see one weakness that Lelouch had metnally interfering in his actions already. However, he had another quite large weakness that was getting in the way. His inability to understand the hearts of others.
"Lelou!" Shirley moaned - and promptly tackled him to the ground. "Don't use your cock on her, you've already got me!"
He had not properly understood exactly how much Shirley liked him. Oh, he was well aware by now that she had a crush on him - but what that <i>meant</i> hadn't quite sunk in yet. Especially given how damned horny she was after using titnosis so much today. Or being a victim of it. As such, she had tackled him with great energy, taking care to ensure that his face was all but consumed by her cleavage, an experience that made even the smartest brain go pop, pop, pop.
In turn, this got Kallen's attention quite quickly. This rough girl rubbed head and chest, then leaped over towards them, saying "Hey, Shirley, cut that out. We don't have time for that kind of fun, save it for -"
Which is when Shirley grabbed Kallen's tits and left her a hot moaning mess. Her fingers might not be as strong as Kallen's but they were still quite nimble and perfectly capable of overwhelming her senses, reducing her sensibility to nothing, and from there leaving the normally tough girl whimpering and pleading for more, her lithe yet athletic body, deceptively powerful and dextrous, not quite showing that usual toughness right now because her lust was at the driver's wheel.
And honestly who could blame them at this point? They'd overcome an incredible series of challenges to make it this far. It's amazing they didn't break down into a mindless threesome long before this point.
Kallen was able to at least push Shirley aside and mount that dick herself, thoroughly finishing off her descent into pure unadulterated brainless bliss, feeling the prodigious and impossible length and girth of Lelouch's shaft filling her to the brink to the point that she could feel each pulse of motion, each moment of his beating heart making blood pump through its veins and arteries feeling like an earthquake were taking place inside her body.
"Ooh, Kallen!" Shirley pouted, now starting to squeeze Kallen's chest a lot rougher after that display. Even going so far as to pinch her nipples. She shifted her position, pinning Lelouch quickly between her thighs. "Now you're hogging that dick all to yourself? Shameless! Come here, at least you can give me a little sugar."
The two girls had their massive tits pressed into each other, gripping one another tightly while bouncing in place. They leaned into each other with a massive, tongue filled open mouthed kiss while their enormous chests squished and squeezed and pressed and rubbed into one another, jockeying for domination yet finding only a true equal as their foe.
"Oh fuck that's hot," Cornelia grunted, squeezing at her own hypnotits while watching the trio mindlessly rut. "I- I could win this. I could still win this!"
But... her thigh clenched together, and Cornelia knew that was not the case. She was around as horny as they were, and watching them like this wasn't helping. It was difficult to look away. Very difficult. But she managed it. Somehow. Merely closinger eyes wasn't enough, she had to wrench her own head around so that she couldn't see them anymore.
If... If she went over to them in this state and tried to hypnotise them, all she'd do is put herself under. She'd be riding Lelouch's cock in no time flat, and wind up truly broken. Or her head would have been pinned in between the tits of those two other girls. Or... a thousand other different potentials. In the state she was in now, any attempt at using titnosis would only dig her own grave. It would be worse than shooting herself in the foot, because at least that was an injury modern science could hypothetically help her recover from - going fully under the effects of titnosis?
"Nnnnrgh!" Cornelia grunted. "Stop it, Cornelia. You are stronger than this! A mere tactical withdrawal... Find reinforcements, have them deal with these three for you."
She had to crawl towards the door for this. While it was locked, her biometrics would let her open it up. Trying to get to the console would take her too close to them. Too close to temptation. Too close to a truly thorough, total defeat. Guh! How had she come so close to losing?! After all her planning, all her preparations... If that truly was LElouch then he had exceeded her expectations. She'd usually beat him in chess when they played, but his game was always tougher than it should have been for the age he'd been.
And yet, it was also true that he would resent Britannia. A shame. The things he could do with that kind of tactical mind! Britannia could have the whole world inside a year, and then? Peace. True global peace under Britannian rule!
Do note, incidentally, that this writer is expressing the political beliefs of the character Cornelia li Britannia. She truly believes that a global Empire, having its foot on the neck of every nation on Earth, would be a vast improvement over the current state of things. Global domination is not the answer. Trying to force others to conform to your cultural standards isn't going to help anyone either. I just want to make it clear that I, Lumitiel, do not condone her thought process in the slightest, nor agree with it in the slightest. Cornelia may believe that equality is wrong - but I believe she misunderstands what equality means in the first place.
"Mmmph! Cornelia! Wait!" Lelouch yelled. Ah, of course. Now that Shirley's tits weren't in his face, he was able to resume his ordinary thought process. "Girls, get off of me! Cornelia is escaping!"
"Get you off?" Kallen asked teasingly.
"Mmm, we're trying Lelou!" Shirley added. The two girls giggled and then some rather pleasant sounding noises happened behind cornelia that, for the sake of her own sanity and mental wellbeing she was going to not look at. The mere act of imagining it was already making her feel so horny she was worried she might spontaneously turn into a bull.
Her limbs shook, her legs felt like jelly, but Cornelia managed to rise to her feet and had her eyes scanned for the biometrics. Now for the real question. Would it work the way it was meant to...? Because -
<i>"Access granted,"</i> the little window displayed after a moment. Ah, okay. Then she was probably fine. They hadn't truly hypnotised her completely. The scanner was meant to detect how glazed over your expression was. If Cornelia had been under, truly under their control, then the door would not have opened and they would have been stuck inside while an automatic alert would have been put out. Since she was still lucid enough - barely - to control her own faculties, that meant she was opening the door of her own volition.
Alright. She didn't have to go far. There would be an emergency alarm situated right outside this door. Her plan was simple - call for reinforcements. Lock the intruders in with a swarm of soldiers, each with big heaving tits - and then see Lelouch plan his way out of that! By the time that they got out Cornelia would be back to her old non-horny self, and she'd -
"Sister? Is everything okay?"
Cornelia whipped around feeling genuinely groggy, and found herself looking directly at Euphemia. Her little sister. Standing there in a swimsuit next to some Eleven, for some reason. For a moment Cornelia felt dazed, a little confused by Euphemia's presence here. Had she come to check on what was going on? Maybe check that her big sister was okay?
But before she could put anything to words, Cornelia realised that she'd made a bit of a blunder. It was a momentary thing. She hadn't realised it until Euphemia stared down at Cornelia's tits, which were still jiggling from the abrupt motion of turning around to face her. Still jiggling, still swaying, still... hypnotic.
"Wait, don't look at -" Cornelia began, but then Euphemia let out a loud moan and suddenly Cornelia felt herself being drenched yet again in titmilk. Her sister's titmilk. Her sister's yummy, scrummy titmilk.
Without meaning to, she'd tripped Euphemia's safeguards against titnosis and cocknosis. Spraying that milk from her nipples, with its devastating effect. At this point, Cornelia had already been at the very edge of arousal. Being drenched in that stuff? With its aphrodisiac properties? She came on the spot. She came <i>hard</i>. But it wasn't enough. She needed dick. She needed it worse than she ever needed it.
"Um?" the Eleven grunted. He looked confused. And... handsome. Well built. For an Eleven. "Is everything alright, your highness? Do you need a towel?"
"No," she replied right away, fixing him with a steely gaze. "You are an honorary Britannian, yes?" He nodded. "Very well. Then here is a command from your superior officer and better. Use your tongue to clean this milk from my slutty, needy body."
Describing herself like that in front of an Eleven felt so... Demeaning. But right now, in this moment, it was regrettably true.
"Uh, are you sure?" the Honorary asked, so Cornelia thrust her chest out at him. "Okay, I'll get right on that."
"I'll help!" Euphemia said. "Suzaku, make a good job of it. If we satisfy her hard enough, maybe she'll give you a promotion."
A promotion...? Hah, that sounded unlikely. He'd have to do a tremendous job of it to get that out of her! The two of them began, with surprisingly delicate licks to her chest and neck, lapping up the milk and leaving little trails of drool wherever they made their work.
"Or maybe... Just maybe," Euphemia whispered. "She'll listen to a few of my ideas about how we should run Area Eleven."
That... Honestly seemed much more likely, given how groggy Cornelia was starting to feel. Not that being aware of that was making it any easier for her to actually do something about it. Oh well, the reinforcements could wait a little longer, at least until after her inevitable threesome with her little sister and her Eleven boyfriend.
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